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The weeks since her decision had all been a blur to Rory. She was working harder than she had ever worked before in Chilton. She had promised herself that she wouldn't go through the senior slump, no matter how much Jess and Lorelai pressed that she could take a break: she was going to Yale. All Rory could think about was what if she slacked off, and Yale decided that she wasn't worthy of admission anymore. She had also applied for financial aid and received more than enough. She was glad to have it, but it was yet another thing that could be taken away from her if she slacked off.
When she studied, Jess tended to sit in the same room, just watching her. He still did his homework and had kept his promise to Rory of at least a C+ in every class he took, but she was slaving away at her work.
It was 10:00, and Jess was finishing closing the diner while Luke was fishing for the weekend. Rory was working at the counter, her books spread out all over. Spring term finals were coming up, and she was trying to get in enough study time for each one. She had created stations: her notes and textbooks for each class opened at a different stool. Every thirty minutes, she rotated stations.
Rory had been in the diner since four that afternoon, as soon as she had gotten home from school. She had claimed the counter as soon as she had arrived, and no one had complained except for Kirk, whom Jess had sent to sulk at a corner table. At six, Lorelai had arrived for dinner, but other than that, all Rory had eaten since she had been there was a piece of apple pie, and the constant supply of coffee that Jess had provided. At this point, she couldn't even guess how many cups she had had.
Jess had been wiping down the same spot on the counter for at least five minutes, just watching Rory as she worked furiously at memorizing history facts. Her brow was furrowed, and her eyes locked in the words. Jess put down the rag and walked around the counter to stand behind her. She didn't even notice.
"Don't frown," he said, placing his hand gently over her eyes and furrowed forehead and kissing the top of her head.
"Sorry. I just. . . ugh. I'm freaking out when there is nothing to be freaking out about." Rory placed her pencil in her book and took his hand in hers. She kissed it, and then swiveled around on her stool to face Jess. She looked up at him and kissed him.
"Can you take a break?" he asked.
"What kind of break?" Rory asked, smiling.
Jess smiled back and leaned in for another kiss, this time wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her up to stand with him. He tangled his hands in her hair, and she reached around to pull at the hem of his shirt. She slipped her hand up to caress the skin of his back. He drew back from her, and taking her hand, walked over to the door of the diner and locked it. He then led her up the stairs to the apartment. They began kissing again as soon as they had gotten inside the apartment door, and Jess led Rory over to the bed and lay her down. She pushed him up off her and said, "Jess. . ."
"When you're ready. Don't worry." He smiled and came back down for another kiss. He reached down to the hem of her shirt and began to pull it over her head. Rory paused for a moment, and then realized that she felt no regret. She allowed him to pull her shirt up, breaking their kissing so that he could pull it over her head and drop it on the floor. She did the same to his shirt almost immediately after, and she dropped it on top of hers on the floor.
They wrapped their arms around each other and scooted up the bed. Rory could feel the cold metal of Jess's belt buckle on her stomach, and his skin on hers. She felt so close to him. He was reaching behind her now to undo her bra. She moved one hand from his bare back to reach behind her to help him. She realized as the clasp was undone what a childish bra it was. Plain white cotton. She wasn't even sure where she had gotten it. . . GAP maybe? The material was left between them though the clasp was undone. After a while, Jess sat up, bringing Rory to sit up with him, their legs intertwined. He pulled back from her and then slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders. He looked straight at her for what seemed like hours, and then said quietly, "You're beautiful." He was looking straight into her eyes. Rory felt like she should have been self-conscious, but she wasn't. Jess leaned back in to kiss her and then laid her back down on the bed, pinning her wrists over her head with one hand. He moved from kissing her mouth to kissing her neck, moving slowly down to her collarbone. She had to admit that Jess was good at what he was doing. She couldn't decide if that annoyed her, because he had had so much practice with other people, or if she was just happy. He moved back to kiss her on the mouth once more before rolling off her to lie on his back next to her. He ran both his hands through his hair, and then sat up to get his shirt on.
"Come on Miss Yalie," he said, tossing her shirt and bra to her, "You've got some studying to do."
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Back down in the diner, Rory could barely concentrate. She kept looking at Jess, who was cleaning the diner where it did not need to be cleaned. Finally, she put down her pencil and looked at him. "Why did you stop?"
"What?" he asked.
"Why did you stop? Did you not want to go further? You just stopped. Why?"
"Because I wasn't sure if you wanted to."
"Neither was I," Rory admitted.
"Exactly. I didn't want to force you to do anything that you would regret later. I love you too much."
Rory gaped at him.
"Don't say anything. I mean it. Just think."
Rory nodded and packed up her books to go home. She turned at the door of the diner and blew Jess a kiss. He reached out with his hand and mimed catching it and pocketing the kiss. Rory turned and walked out the door.
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Later that night, at around eleven, Rory could not stop thinking about Jess. She was lying on her bed, trying to relive those moments that she and Jess had shared. She just felt so happy, so alive. So this was what all the hype was about. She found herself wondering if this could make her so happy, what would it be like when she finally went all the way with Jess.
Whoa. When? Her subconscious was moving faster than her conscious mind. When. She tested it out in her mind, and then quietly out loud, "When I have sex with Jess."
It sounded. . . right. She stood from her bed and walked out the door. She might get yelled at by Lorelai later for being out late on a school night, but she needed to see Jess. She walked quietly out the front door and contemplated which of the two most likely places she could go. After a few seconds of thought, she decided on the bridge. She walked over and saw Jess sitting, his legs dangling over the side, reading.
She walked over to him and fell to her knees, kissing him. She pulled back and looked into his eyes. Those dark pools of brown, like mirrors, glistening in the moonlight. "I love you," she said, plainly and clearly, "I love you Jess Mariano." She kissed him again and then got up and walked away from the bridge. By the time she had gone a few paces, she had broken into a jog, and then into a run.
She was in love.
The weeks since her decision had all been a blur to Rory. She was working harder than she had ever worked before in Chilton. She had promised herself that she wouldn't go through the senior slump, no matter how much Jess and Lorelai pressed that she could take a break: she was going to Yale. All Rory could think about was what if she slacked off, and Yale decided that she wasn't worthy of admission anymore. She had also applied for financial aid and received more than enough. She was glad to have it, but it was yet another thing that could be taken away from her if she slacked off.
When she studied, Jess tended to sit in the same room, just watching her. He still did his homework and had kept his promise to Rory of at least a C+ in every class he took, but she was slaving away at her work.
It was 10:00, and Jess was finishing closing the diner while Luke was fishing for the weekend. Rory was working at the counter, her books spread out all over. Spring term finals were coming up, and she was trying to get in enough study time for each one. She had created stations: her notes and textbooks for each class opened at a different stool. Every thirty minutes, she rotated stations.
Rory had been in the diner since four that afternoon, as soon as she had gotten home from school. She had claimed the counter as soon as she had arrived, and no one had complained except for Kirk, whom Jess had sent to sulk at a corner table. At six, Lorelai had arrived for dinner, but other than that, all Rory had eaten since she had been there was a piece of apple pie, and the constant supply of coffee that Jess had provided. At this point, she couldn't even guess how many cups she had had.
Jess had been wiping down the same spot on the counter for at least five minutes, just watching Rory as she worked furiously at memorizing history facts. Her brow was furrowed, and her eyes locked in the words. Jess put down the rag and walked around the counter to stand behind her. She didn't even notice.
"Don't frown," he said, placing his hand gently over her eyes and furrowed forehead and kissing the top of her head.
"Sorry. I just. . . ugh. I'm freaking out when there is nothing to be freaking out about." Rory placed her pencil in her book and took his hand in hers. She kissed it, and then swiveled around on her stool to face Jess. She looked up at him and kissed him.
"Can you take a break?" he asked.
"What kind of break?" Rory asked, smiling.
Jess smiled back and leaned in for another kiss, this time wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her up to stand with him. He tangled his hands in her hair, and she reached around to pull at the hem of his shirt. She slipped her hand up to caress the skin of his back. He drew back from her, and taking her hand, walked over to the door of the diner and locked it. He then led her up the stairs to the apartment. They began kissing again as soon as they had gotten inside the apartment door, and Jess led Rory over to the bed and lay her down. She pushed him up off her and said, "Jess. . ."
"When you're ready. Don't worry." He smiled and came back down for another kiss. He reached down to the hem of her shirt and began to pull it over her head. Rory paused for a moment, and then realized that she felt no regret. She allowed him to pull her shirt up, breaking their kissing so that he could pull it over her head and drop it on the floor. She did the same to his shirt almost immediately after, and she dropped it on top of hers on the floor.
They wrapped their arms around each other and scooted up the bed. Rory could feel the cold metal of Jess's belt buckle on her stomach, and his skin on hers. She felt so close to him. He was reaching behind her now to undo her bra. She moved one hand from his bare back to reach behind her to help him. She realized as the clasp was undone what a childish bra it was. Plain white cotton. She wasn't even sure where she had gotten it. . . GAP maybe? The material was left between them though the clasp was undone. After a while, Jess sat up, bringing Rory to sit up with him, their legs intertwined. He pulled back from her and then slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders. He looked straight at her for what seemed like hours, and then said quietly, "You're beautiful." He was looking straight into her eyes. Rory felt like she should have been self-conscious, but she wasn't. Jess leaned back in to kiss her and then laid her back down on the bed, pinning her wrists over her head with one hand. He moved from kissing her mouth to kissing her neck, moving slowly down to her collarbone. She had to admit that Jess was good at what he was doing. She couldn't decide if that annoyed her, because he had had so much practice with other people, or if she was just happy. He moved back to kiss her on the mouth once more before rolling off her to lie on his back next to her. He ran both his hands through his hair, and then sat up to get his shirt on.
"Come on Miss Yalie," he said, tossing her shirt and bra to her, "You've got some studying to do."
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Back down in the diner, Rory could barely concentrate. She kept looking at Jess, who was cleaning the diner where it did not need to be cleaned. Finally, she put down her pencil and looked at him. "Why did you stop?"
"What?" he asked.
"Why did you stop? Did you not want to go further? You just stopped. Why?"
"Because I wasn't sure if you wanted to."
"Neither was I," Rory admitted.
"Exactly. I didn't want to force you to do anything that you would regret later. I love you too much."
Rory gaped at him.
"Don't say anything. I mean it. Just think."
Rory nodded and packed up her books to go home. She turned at the door of the diner and blew Jess a kiss. He reached out with his hand and mimed catching it and pocketing the kiss. Rory turned and walked out the door.
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Later that night, at around eleven, Rory could not stop thinking about Jess. She was lying on her bed, trying to relive those moments that she and Jess had shared. She just felt so happy, so alive. So this was what all the hype was about. She found herself wondering if this could make her so happy, what would it be like when she finally went all the way with Jess.
Whoa. When? Her subconscious was moving faster than her conscious mind. When. She tested it out in her mind, and then quietly out loud, "When I have sex with Jess."
It sounded. . . right. She stood from her bed and walked out the door. She might get yelled at by Lorelai later for being out late on a school night, but she needed to see Jess. She walked quietly out the front door and contemplated which of the two most likely places she could go. After a few seconds of thought, she decided on the bridge. She walked over and saw Jess sitting, his legs dangling over the side, reading.
She walked over to him and fell to her knees, kissing him. She pulled back and looked into his eyes. Those dark pools of brown, like mirrors, glistening in the moonlight. "I love you," she said, plainly and clearly, "I love you Jess Mariano." She kissed him again and then got up and walked away from the bridge. By the time she had gone a few paces, she had broken into a jog, and then into a run.
She was in love.